Lyrics: Emily Jane White. Time On Your Side.

:
he drives a truck
and he makes time on his side
but water splashes from his flaps for miles
and 3 am only at five in the dark
as he moves away
hey hey

not much to do
when youve got time on your side
you sit and think about your wasted life
i tried to move
change things through and through

why does your face grow so long my dear
why did your hair grow so long this year
and why'd your face grow so long my dear
and why'd your hair grow so far, so low this year
oh and so long, so long this year

she's a dancer when she dances she is free
and three in the morning and the clouds rise in the east to
frank sinatra which her parents put on repeat, on repeat